Dopo la dura presa di posizione sull’argomento “suicidio” dalle pagine del “suo” LA Weekly con l’articolo “Fuck Suicide” (leggi), Henry Rollins è stato investito da un inevitabile-enorme polverone che lo ha visto costretto a scrivere questo comunicato sul proprio sito ufficiale.
For the last 9+ hours, I have been answering letters from people from all over the world. The anger is off the scale and in my opinion, well placed. The article I wrote in the LA Weekly about suicide caused a lot of hurt. This is perhaps one of the bigger understatements of all time. I read all the letters. Some of them were very long and the disappointment, resentment and ringing clarity was jarring. That I hurt anyone by what I said, and I did hurt many, disgusts me. It was not at all my intent but it most certainly was the result. I have had a life of depression. Some days are excruciating. Knowing what I know and having been through what I have, I should have known better but I obviously did not. I get so mad when I hear that someone has died this way. Not mad at them, mad at whatever got them there and that no one magically appeared to somehow save them. I am not asking for a break from the caning, take me to the woodshed as much as you see fit. If what I said has caused you to be done with me, I get it. I wrote something for the LA Weekly that they will post on Monday. I wanted to get this out at this moment. I am deeply sorry. Down to my marrow. I can’t think that means anything to you, but I am. Completely sorry. It is not of my interest to hurt anyone but I know I did. Thank you for reading this.